Child of Nowhere

The Unquiet Dead

The TARDIS was tilting and turning with turbulence. The Doctor was trying to pilot her, and failing. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was crashing. She was probably being difficult on purpose!

"Hold that one down!" The Doctor shouted at Rose.

"You told me to help Terra hold this one down." Rose shouted back.

"I can handle it! Hold that one!" I ordered, keeping a firm grip on the lever.

Rose hopped over to it (the TARDIS had taken a firm lurch, so it was closer to a leap), pressing down on the button. "It's not going to work." She said.

"Oi! I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting." The Doctor argued. "Now, you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?" He asked us.

"Whatever it takes to stop the shaking!" 'I want so badly to press the blue boring-ers, but this is kinda fun.'

"What happened in 1860?" Rose asked,

"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!" The Doctor leaned over the console, pressing down on a button.

Of course, that caused us to lurch. It sent all three of us to the ground, having to just let the TARDIS coast along the vortex. The whirring noise faded after a moment...

...though the Doctor, Rose and I could barely hear it over our laughter.

"Woohoo!" I chuckled. I leapt up onto my feet, still laughing.

"Blimey!" Rose laughed, getting to her feet.

"You're telling me. Are you alright?" The Doctor asked us, getting up to check the monitor.

"Yeah. I think so. Nothing broken." Rose said.

"A-Okay." I held up my thumb. I walked to his side, only able to see Gallifreyan circles on the computer screen. "Are all the flights that bumpy?"

"Sometimes. Depends." The Doctor answered, typing on the monitor.

"Did we make it?" Rose walked up behind me. "Where are we?"

"I did it. Give the man a medal." The Doctor boasted to us, proudly gesturing to the monitor. "Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860." He grinned, almost giggled, proud of himself. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest to keep his pride as bottled up as he could.

Rose shook her head. "That's so weird. It's Christmas."

"That's my favorite holiday." I admitted, looking to the doors.

The Doctor held his arm out. "All yours."

I grinned, walking towards it.

"But, it's like, think about it, though." Rose broke my happy thought. I groaned, tossing my head back. "Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again."

"Then let's go enjoy it!" I ran to Rose's side, trying to drag her down.

This made the Doctor laugh. "I take you're excited?"

I gave him a serious look. "Christmas means snow. Snow is magic. Magic is happy. I like being happy." I turned Rose, pretending to pout. "Why are you stopping me from being happy, Rose?"

The blonde shook her head, laughing. "But Terra, really think. It's Christmas there for one day, and then it'll never happen again." She looked to the Doctor. "Except for you." She walked up to him, smiling. "You can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."